My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampire Novels & Stories

We were the only ones still standing. The serpent’s eyes narrowed as it looked between us, glowing with eerie light. “Only three kinds of beings can resist that spell,” it murmured. “A vampire, a witch, or a werewolf.” My blood turned cold. The snake leaned slightly toward me. “So, which one are you?” I didn’t answer. Neither did Kira. “Werewolves,” it said. The word was drawn out, slow, soaked in meaning. Its eyes gleamed gold. Kira stepped forward, lifting her hands. “We mean no harm,” she said. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the strain in it. “We didn’t know this was your territory.”

She swiftly turned, finally facing him. "I am going home! I am done with this charade, Nicholas! You can either kill me now or let me go home!" She suddenly screamed up at him, the vampire though barely able to process what she was saying as his gaze unintentionally started to roam all over her flushed features. Gods beneath and above. She was so fucking beautiful. Why did she have to be so beautiful? "You can't," he bluntly told her. His avid gaze still trailing over her face. Those large and green eyes of hers. That small nose. Those pouty lips that he happened to have already tasted mere hours ago. He found himself yearning to kiss them again.

Her pale skin seemed untouched by time, and when she slowly opened her eyes, they revealed an endless silver that held neither anger nor kindness, only an ancient sorrow so profound it silenced every soul present. The moment her gaze swept across the courtyard, countless vampires instinctively stepped backward. An elderly duke collapsed to his knees, his entire body trembling as though he had seen his own end. “I know that face,” he stammered. “It… it cannot be.” Whispers erupted among the nobles, each voice carrying more fear than the last. “The forbidden scriptures…” “Impossible…” “She isn’t a vampire…” Lucien remained where he stood, his expression unchanged even as an unfamiliar feeling

Janice inclined her head as she mauled over his question. "Well, you know how Werewolves work, Sugar. They have a sacred bond with their partners." she reminded him. "Outside of that nonsense though. He could have said no, or she could have said no, but they stuck together anyways. He could have anyone he wished, and he kept a human woman at his side instead." he realized the disdain in his voice after he spoke. Janice looked at him with a softness in her eyes.

I grimaced at all the utensils at the table, remembering yesterday’s calamity. “How did the session go yesterday with your stepmother?” “As well as expected, I guess. Didn’t she tell you about it?” He cleared his throat. “The queen and I don’t share sleeping quarters.” He whipped his napkin over his lap with a flourish. I didn’t question him. Maybe that was how things worked with a royal vampire couple. Werewolves that were fated mates always shared sleeping quarters. They found it difficult when not near each other. Being a vampire, bitten by a werewolf, and having not died, I wasn’t sure if I could form a fated mate bond. I hadn’t when Andrew linked to me. I hadn’t felt anything. It made m

After that Robert left catherina alone, so her own father won't kill her for sleeping with his biggest enemy but they forgot that the moon, the sun and the truth never stays hidden. Catherina got pregnant and it was almost impossible for her to believe that because vampires can't impregnate but there she was pregnant with not one but three of his babies. Her hate for their enemies finally got on it's peak and she loathed herself for carrying the seeds of their enemy, a man who is trying to kill her father and her clan.

The three of them had gathered in the study for her first lesson after the sun had set. “Marilyn Lou was a tavern worker, she had a good life, good family, a good husband, she was also a Christian, and even though she was not rich, she had almost everything she needed to make life comfortable for her. The only thing she did not have was a good job. The tavern paid her well, but always had terrible male customers who would drink themselves to stupor and carry prostitutes all around. Her husband had always pressured her to quit her job, as it did not go well with her values as a Christian, but she refused because she needed the money, not like she had a choice anyway, as her husband was also p

"James, I love you. I just loved you too much—" I stepped back. I didn't let her touch me. "People like you don't get to use that word." The Council came quickly. Attempted murder of a registered noble's partner. Attempted murder of an unborn heir. Falsifying a death to deceive a noble house. Use of a banned compound to interfere with vampire bloodline senses. Any one of those would have been enough. She was screaming my name when they took her away. I didn't turn around. I just stood there, and what kept playing in my head was Elena on the floor of that shed, her hand over her stomach.

“The Order. You’ll like it. I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while now. No better time than with my girl.” I haven’t had much time or interest in N*****x so imagine my surprise when The Order comes and I find myself suckered back into a paranormal drama. Hours go by and I’m enthralled in the show. Werewolves, magic and daddy issues all rolled up into ten amazing episodes, but after seven Juliet can’t stop her yawning. “I’m calling an Uber because I’m exhausted. The only way to stay awake is to drink more. Waking up with a hangover is one thing, waking up with a hangover and body aches from sleeping on a couch is just asking for feeling like hell.”

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.